Summary

Constellations wheel around in Tony’s mind at night, illuminating his sleep with the beauty of a supernova, the terrible gaping hunger of black holes, the whimpering cry of a nebula as it births new stars into creation.

All of Space laid out for him to marvel at.

Tony learns and learns and learns and then he creeps downstairs and babbles relentlessly to his first and only friend.

All the while the Cube hums, just a bit smug, just a bit loving, and shows him more.